|Looking in on Gramercy Park|
This week I was tired. Like, all-day tired. Like, coffee's-not-helping tired.
In the past seven days, I: had two Improv shows, one Improv workshop, one Improv rehearsal, and my last Level 4 Improv class; learned the origin of the phrase "how the mighty have fallen" in Hebrew; attended a football seminar; dared to imagine a different life; discussed the differences between "promise" and "prediction"; shoved my insecurities into the light; dealt with a broken bathroom ceiling; saw the world through Colin Quinn's eyes; ate a gigantic hamburger.
I'll be sleeping in tomorrow, folks. I'll be sleeping in tomorrow.